Outsmarted [Hwang Hyunjin]

Chapter 64

2 weeks. 

2 long ass weeks since we've fought. Half of a month has never felt so long before. 14 days. 

Can't an anvil just drop on my head instead? 

Eating alone in the cafeteria has become my new routine. I hate being such an easy target for all the assholes of my school, but I've become somewhat accustomed to the bullying. Teachers are still just as useless as they've ever been. They see everything, they just choose to ignore it. Truth is, teachers couldn't care less about bullying. Caring would require having a heart which I suppose they lacked.

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3 weeks. It's been 3 weeks now.

I've stopped trying to look good at school anymore. My efforts are futile.

The girls at school have started throwing water or juice in my face. Daily. They're trying to find my 'true face' apparently. They think my makeup is the reason my skin cleared up or whatever. To their delight, I've been breaking out lately. I guess all the juice being thrown at me hasn't been agreeing with my skin.

I've lost too much weight as well. My uniform is now loose on me. My shirt frumps over my flared ribcage and I've become dull. The malnourishment also makes me look hollow, which is a lovely addition. My eyes are now embellished with prominent dark circles, probably due to the fact I haven't been sleeping. Not eating makes it difficult to sleep. So does stress.

I have multiple reasons my body no longer allows me to consume food.

People have started calling me fatty again, even though I was a healthy weight when the name calling restarted.

I also feel like if I become small enough, I may be lucky enough to become unseen. Maybe others will no longer notice me. I wish I could just shrink.

The last part of me just wants to disappear.

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I hate school. 

I hate seeing Hyunjin.

Obviously, he couldn't avoid school forever.

He no longer sits beside me in class anymore. He sits in the back, far, far away from me.

I sometimes try to make eye contact with him. Stealing glances, hoping he'll look back, but he never does. It's as if he has a sixth sense to detect my whereabouts which he uses to never look in my direction.

I've considered chasing him down like a crazy lady, but I'm scared he'll yell at me again, or worse, completely ignore me, look right through me as if I'm a ghost.

I also hate teachers.

I hate bullies.

Teachers like to turn a blind eye to bullying. It's easier to ignore other people's problems rather than attempt to fix them. Bullying is complicated. Telling bullies to stop rarely works. I understand teachers in that way, I suppose.

I walked up to my locker. The words "WHORE" and "SLUT" were written on it. I tried my best to wipe off the ink with my sleeve, but it was stubborn and didn't even smudge. I even spat on my sleeve. The grossness wasn't worth it.

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As I worked on my schoolwork diligently (since I have no friends to keep me busy during class), I felt something hit my head. I turned around to see some boys snickering. I looked down at the floor to find a piece of paper balled up on it. I picked it up and slowly unravelled it.

"Heard fatty likes to spread her legs now. Call me."

Below the message was a phone number.

I saw the teacher looking in my direction, but as soon as she saw me look up she diverted her direction.